1 Sometimes when her curt orders made Pork stick out his under lip and Mammy mutter: "Some folks rides mighty high dese days," she wondered where her good manners had gone.
2 He had never done more than mutter at me as I passed him, and I was surprised when he now addressed me.
3 And Jurgis started to mutter some reply; but at the same instant the man raised his light, which flashed in his face, so that it was possible to recognize him.
4 The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
5 And the youthful lieutenant, recollecting himself, began to mutter softly in black curses.
6 The thunder had ceased outside, but the rain which had abated, suddenly came striking down, with a last blench of lightning and mutter of departing storm.
7 His mind was evidently wandering to his old life, for he continued to mutter, without appearing conscious of their presence otherwise than as a part of his vision.
8 It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 9. The Light upon the Moor [Second Report of Dr. ... 9 Peppino nodded, and taking a rosary from his pocket began to mutter a few prayers while the clerk disappeared through the same door by which Danglars and the attendant had gone out.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 114. Peppino. 10 He was lying on his back with closed eyes, and I withdrew quietly, but I heard him mutter, 'Live rightly, die, die.'
11 He stood before Bagration with his lower jaw trembling and was hardly able to mutter: "I don't know."
12 Hurrying hands grasp at arms; for arms their young men clamour; the fathers shed tears and mutter gloomily.
13 If Sid really managed to make anything out of Tom's disjointed mutterings, he kept it to himself.
14 The blackness of darkness reigned, the perfect stillness was interrupted only by occasional mutterings of distant thunder.
15 His father's whistle, his mother's mutterings, the screech of an unseen maniac were to him now so many voices offending and threatening to humble the pride of his youth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5